Jay Farrar

I had the privilege of attending several of his shows. The first time my friend and I wondered who the homeless guy was shuffling along the stage. He then grabbed his guitar and sat rocking on his chair while he played and sang. Chills ran down my spine I got to know Malcolm over the next several ye...

I read a recent article describing Son Volt as a nostalgic act. The crowd was a quiet albeit respectful group listening to Tear Stained Eye. They are appearing at a microbrewery in Black Mountain NC that will involve a small stage and a crowd sitting at picnic tables or a bring along blanket assumin...

meanwhile, back at the ranch, I attended a show featuring the band, The Cult, several months ago. I was fascinated by the lead vocalist, Ian Astbury. A research of his background confirmed he was preoccupied with Native American imagery in his early days. Hence, his first band was named Southern Dea...

Sacha baron I meant

This post garnered no interest so instead of taking up more cyberspace I will change the subject and use the same thread.
I think I read somewhere that jay was(is) a Sasha Cohen fan. If so, I think that is interesting.

Tuned into the music doc, festival express. Rick Danko, all shits and giggles, performed ain’t no more cane with Janis and jerry g. Bobby weir was smiling.
Inspired, I Played the tune on my open e Martin(cause I suck as a guitarist)
G-d, I miss those days.

I miss the old Jay.

only the great poets, songwriters, authors, and directors can take us back, albeit for a short time, to when our faces were not etched with wrinkles, our idealisms not marred with reality, and our optimism not stained. teenage indeed!

sonically mashed potatoes and gravy comfort food for the ears
will not be confused with wish you were here

hey sid, why did you get so fat
lots of pork chops

shine on

Just a perfect day
you made me forget myself
I thought I was
someone else, someone good

this song and dance never ends

You ain't me I ain't you
We both tangled up in blue
I ain't red you ain't yellow
If you see her say hello

so we turn the other cheek
and gather our defenses
again, rebuild the fences
that just been keeping us apart

Grindstone = !

i found it poignant, vulnerable and refreshingly divested. took me back to a time when blind faith steered me from the ditch.

Touché!

Honk if you love Jesus errr jay